Dreaming of You is not
like being with You,
but it’s the only way
to keep myself routine.
Because my mind
is totally obsessed of you
and just your presence
is the medicine.
Tomorrow always comes,
but always goes like spam.
The tricky pillow’s tucked
under my lonely arm.
Despairing glance
reflected in the mirror.
And just the dream of You
recalls our love romance.